Myth and legend entwine Glastonbury. Shops selling selling crystals, herbs, and various Pagan items fill the town. You can read my post about Glastonbury Abbey to see more about the legend of King Arthur’s alleged tomb. Today I want to… Continue Reading →
They called me the Changeling babe, Not quite a girl, not quite right. Through needle eyes I saw other realms and went wild dancing round finger trees. I jumped the Naiad, on a green bowing branch, and sang to the… Continue Reading →
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